I have trouble equalizing the pressure in my ears when I go scuba
diving. No fresh lobster tonight darling, but despair not for I am
tall, tall enough to pluck a ready meal from the tallest Tesco
shelf.

Born in Brum, lost formative years spent in the South West, uni by
the sea, returned to Brum and now about to start a new job in
Manchester complete with generic southern accent. A generic
southern accent leaning towards Boris Johnson after a few drinks
apparently. Though obviously a more handsome Boris. Which probably
makes me the ideal catch.

Just moved to Manchester for new job. I really like Manchester,
particularly the architure in the way it integrates new builds with
the old stuff. I enjoy lifting weights and pulling legs off
spiders. I like the alone time for the former and the sense of
sadism for the latter.

I have the travel bug that has never really been expressed. It is
going to play second fiddle whilst I sort career out, but I dream
of being able to sustain a lifestyle where we could follow our
sense of adventure.

I have this quaint romantic notion, and as I am typing this I am
looking wistfully into the distance... of two ambitious people
coming together, happy to go on a joint adventure to get
'there'.

I can have any woman I please. But apparently so far I have not
pleased any of them. So if you are naturally compassionate,
gorgeous and are hit by the sudden realisation that you have been
charmed... drop me a message.